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    <lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 15:26:31 -0700</lastBuildDate>     <title>jokes</title>
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        <pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 15:26:31 -0700</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2007-05-28T15:26:31-07:00</atom:updated>         <title>NO TOILET PAPER</title>
        <description>A little boy asked his teacher if he could go to the bath- room. She said yes.
 When he went to wipe his fanny there was no toilet paper so, he used His hand.
 
 When he got back to class, his teacher asked, &quot;What do you have in Your hand?&quot;
 
 The boy said, &quot;A little leprechaun and if I open my hand he'll get Scared away.&quot;
 
 He was then sent to the principal's office and the principal asked Him, &quot;What do you have in your hand?&quot;
 
 The little boy said, &quot;A little leprechaun and if I open my hands He'll get scared away.&quot;
 
 The principal got mad and yelled, &quot;Open your hands NOW!&quot;
 
 He did and the little boy said, &quot;Oh great , now look what you did,  You scared the shit out of him!&quot;
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        <pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 15:09:35 -0700</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2007-05-28T15:09:35-07:00</atom:updated>         <title>Urinalisis...</title>
        <description>One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Jack says to Mike
behind him, &quot;My elbow hurts like hell. I guess I better see a
doctor.&quot;

&quot;Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money,&quot; Mike
replies. &quot;There's a diagnostic computer at the drugstore at the
corner. Just give it a urine sample and the computer'll tell you
what's wrong and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and
costs ten dollars...a hell of a lot cheaper than a doctor.&quot;

So Jack deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to the
drugstore. He deposits ten dollars, and the computer lights up and
asks for the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and
waits. Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:

You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy
activity. It will improve in two weeks.

That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was,
Jack began wondering if the computer could be fooled. He mixed
some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from
his wife and daughter, and masturbated into the mixture for good
measure.

Jack hurries back to the drugstore, eager to check the results.

He deposits ten dollars, pours in his concoction, and awaits the
results. The computer prints the following:

1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener.
2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.
3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.
4. Your wife is pregnant...twin girls. They aren't yours. Get a
    lawyer. 
5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never
    get better.

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        <pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 14:18:32 -0700</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2007-05-28T14:18:32-07:00</atom:updated>         <title>A.A.A.D.D.</title>
        <description>Recently, I was diagnosed with A. A. A. D. D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it develops: 

 I decide to water my garden.

 As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing.

 As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mailbox earlier.

 I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

 I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

 So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

 But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox, when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

 I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left.My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

 I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

 As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need to be watered.

 I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.

 I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

 I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote Someone left it on the kitchen table.

 I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

 I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

 Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

 At the end of the day:

 ----the car isn't washed,

 ----the bills aren't paid,

 ----there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter,

 ---the flowers don't have enough water,

 ----there is still only 1 check in my check book,

 ----I can't find the remote,

 ----I can't find my glasses,

 ----and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

 Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.

 I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

 Do me a favor, will you? Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember to whom it has been sent.

 Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!

 GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

LAUGHING AT YOURSELF IS THERAPEUTIC.

 P.S. I just remembered.

I LEFT THE WATER RUNNING IN THE DRIVEWAY!

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